Chapter 333: God of Racing at Mount Akina (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Master Al Xin Qing)

"I want to try this." Liu Ningyun felt a sudden surge of eagerness. This so-called "Online Mode" actually allowed her to enter this bizarre world as herself?

She hurriedly returned to her seat and logged into the game.

"Hmm? Do I have to wear these clothes?" The character creation interface clearly offered quite a few modern outfits to choose from, though, naturally, they were all the cheapest kind.

The starting attire consisted of a white short-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of slim-fit jeans.

Selecting the clothing automatically equipped it; since it was just a game, this aspect was incredibly convenient.

Soon enough, a vibrant beauty with a ponytail, dressed in a white T-shirt, jeans, and canvas shoes, appeared in the game.

The gaming experience... how to put it, was entirely novel.

The in-game character had just stepped out of the airport when a black pickup truck rolled up outside. A tall, thin Black man was clearly there to pick her up: "You finally decided to come see this piece-of-shit place, huh?"

The man stepped out of the vehicle, his voice carrying a distinct, infectious rhythm, almost like he was spitting rap: "That's more like it. Come say hi to an old friend. Beautiful, we finally meet face-to-face."

From his words, it became clear that the game's premise setup was that the two had met online.

Evidently, Liu Ningyun was left utterly bewildered by this. On the screen, the ponytail-sporting beauty looked around in confusion, her face a mask of awkwardness: "Sir, what is going on here?"

I just entered the game, so why is a complete stranger greeting me?!

"Just treat it as a tutorial." When integrating into a new world, one naturally needed a suitable identity and acquaintances. They didn't necessarily have to be friends; they could be business partners, or people whose paths would cross in the future.

Most importantly, a guide was needed to teach players how to survive in this world.

"Welcome to Los Santos." The young Black man handed her a pistol, looking immensely proud. "Untraceable..."

*Bang!*

The man's voice cut off instantly.

Liu Ningyun remembered that firearms were discharged by pulling the trigger. She had relied entirely on her teammates to get through the previous tutorials and hadn't used one much herself.

She had casually pressed it, and then stared blankly to the side, only to see a fresh bullet hole right in the center of the man's forehead.

"..." The corpse collapsed with a heavy thud, a vacant expression still frozen on its face.

"Ah—!"

"Murder!"

The surrounding crowd scattered in a panic, leaving only Liu Ningyun standing frozen at the scene.

"Hahahahaha!" A certain enchantress sitting next to Fang Qi watched the screen, laughing so hard that tears were nearly streaming down her face.

Owner Fang pressed a hand to his forehead: "This is exactly why I asked... could you people please finish wreaking havoc in Story Mode before coming online?"

"What do I do now—!" Liu Ningyun was on the verge of tears. This man had handed her such a good weapon the moment they met, making him clearly a good person, yet she had accidentally blown his brains out!

"Log out and restart." Owner Fang felt that letting this crowd live in a modern city was nothing short of a disaster.

On the other side, Ruan Ning was clearly faring a bit better, having managed not to kill anyone. As night fell, she sat inside a car, watching the neon lights flicker. The city under the cover of darkness was bathed in a dreamlike hue. On this moonless night, the headlights, neon signs, and the illumination from distant skyscrapers reaching for the sky formed the tapestry of the city, like countless stars dotting the night.

The night view of a metropolis was inherently magnificent, let alone Los Santos, which was modeled after Los Angeles. When it came to nocturnal prosperity, ancient cities could not match even a fraction of it.

Consequently, many of the watching players behind her revealed expressions of awe: "What a beautiful city!"

"Sir, this guy seems to have hooked me up with a car for some race. Should I participate?" Ruan Ning's eyes shone brightly, clearly eager to try out this exquisite mode of transportation.

"Go ahead and try..."

The young Black man had also conveniently taught her how to start the engine.

The next moment.

*Vroom!*

The entire front of the car slammed into someone's house, crushing two pedestrians in the process.

Seeing things go south, the Black guide immediately bolted.

A fleet of police cars quickly surrounded the area.

Ruan Ning: "...Why is this game so hard?"

"Your skills are terrible yet your addiction is huge, of course it's hard," Owner Fang said, rubbing his temples. "With driving like that, you want to play online? You must have lost your mind."

"You're the one who's lost your mind!" Though she didn't entirely catch the slang, Ruan Ning fired back verbatim. "You have to step on the gas and turn the steering wheel all at once, how is it supposed to be easy?"

Owner Fang looked utterly dismissive: "Excuses, excuses. You're just bad."

"If you're so capable, why don't you play?"

Liu Ningyun also held a skeptical attitude: "I refuse to believe that even you can handle a machine like this, Sir."

Owner Fang shrugged his shoulders: "As the God of Drivers from Mount Akina, what can't I handle?"

"If you have the guts, prove it."

"Prove it I shall."

With that, he logged into the game, cleared the prologue, and then entered Online Mode under the name: Takumi Fujiwara.

He then entered a racing mission.

At this stage, there weren't many vehicle options available, so Owner Fang picked a Karin Asterope (whose prototype resembled a tenth-generation Crown or a Toyota Reiz).

White. This was very important.

After all, Fang Qi had driven before his transmigration, so his driving skills weren't half bad.

With the roar of the engine, he steadily took to the road, quickly hitting eighty kilometers per hour. Owner Fang casually turned on the in-car music, holding the steering wheel with one hand while enjoying the tunes.

Everyone watching from behind: "..."

One-handed driving again?!

Although everyone was an ordinary person in the game, their real-world cultivation was growing higher, and they possessed the attribute bonuses of the T-virus. Their reflexes and brains were naturally much sharper than before. Eighty felt quite effortless, so Owner Fang quickly pushed it to one hundred.

Owner Fang's car moved like a nimble fish, weaving flawlessly through the gaps between vehicles on the road with extreme agility.

By this time, his speed had surged to one hundred and twenty.

If this were before his transmigration, Owner Fang would absolutely never dare to drag race like this in a city center, even if traffic was light.

But now, it didn't matter since death carried no real consequence.

Owner Fang was clearly having the time of his life racing: "Now, let me show you all what a veteran driver's drift around a corner looks like."

Inside the car, Owner Fang executed a flurry of frantic inputs. The front wheels turned, the brakes locked, and a sharp screech of tires tearing against asphalt echoed out. Immediately following that was a thunderous *crash*, as Owner Fang's white sedan went sideways and sent another car that was currently cornering flying out of the way.

Owner Fang broke out into a cold sweat: "Do you even know how to drive?"

By this time, Owner Fang's car happened to drift perfectly right into the mouth of the turn.

Entering the corner—flawless!

"You can even turn like that?!" Watching this method of sliding sideways through a corner, everyone was visibly stunned.

"Sir, didn't you just crash and kill someone?!"

"Don't sweat the details!" Owner Fang's face darkened as he continued driving.